"Venice Beach" lyrics

"Venice Beach"

Hell is a place on Earth
I look up and the palm trees burn
On the street, junkies preach
Your dollar might save the world
From the water sick with disease
A woman walks up to me
Suddenly I'm at her feet
The queen of Venice Beach

Sunlight hits her hair
God is so unfair
I hear the sirens call
But I don't care

Angel on a hotel bed
Twisted sheets and cigarettes, I know
When she calls for me, I'll go
Pull me underneath the waves
Devil with a pretty face, she knows
I'll just smile while she sings me to death

Wake from your fever dream
Cold sweat, and it's hard to breathe
My baby's gone
I search the street for a girl nobody's ever seen
My body don't belong to me, no
Now I can never leave this beach
My sunken eyes, I watch the sea
Praying she'll come back to me

Sunlight hits her hair
God is so unfair
I hear the sirens call
But I don't care

Angel on a hotel bed
Twisted sheets and cigarettes, I know
When she calls for me, I'll go
Pull me underneath the waves
Devil with a pretty face, she knows
I'll just smile while she sings me to death

Ayy, don't fuck around with my dog, dude


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